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The voice must rest from time to time, indeed,
The more when it speaks words that too few heed
Or when it seeks with words to meet the need
That work of hands uncounted hardly does.
Yet still must voice be lifted up because
There is work now, if ever work there was,
For voice to do and drown out the loud din
With which the stupid followers begin
Of Stupid God each day, and also end
Their waking hours. It is a dreadful noise
That makes a grating song that it enjoys
To whom it is devoted, who employs
The ravings of the eager fools en masse
Who think they’ll be preserved from folly’s blast.